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I used to say your lips were too small. but now, after feeling so many, I realized yours weren't small. They were a perfect fit, like a puzzle piece.
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Aug 18, 2014
Aug 18, 2014 at 11:31 PM UTC
lips
you told me to start using a highlighter instead of a pencil as we were doing word search together. now, you didn't only bring color and life to my book, but also to my life that was so dull and lackluster without you by my side.
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Feb 13
Feb 13, 2026 at 8:35 AM UTC
word search
These are the words I would never tell you, Your smile, your eyes, your hair, that is just a plus to you, but your personality is the most beautiful thing I have ever seen. I thought after one year, the crush would be over but I was wrong. 7 years later and I'm still completely and utterly in love with you. You're the person I look for when I walk in a room, you're the person I can mess with their hair and wouldn't care. You're the person that I can throw a pencil at and make you pick it up and wouldn't get mad. You're the only man I trust, and you know how much I don't trust them. But I know I can tell every single secret but one and you wouldn't tell another soul. When you told me you believed in me, a piece of my broken heart went into it's place like a puzzle piece.
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Jul 21, 2018
Jul 21, 2018 at 2:41 AM UTC
Loving Him
we were puzzle pieces that fit perfectly... but just belonged to different jigsaw sets..
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Jul 12, 2014
Jul 12, 2014 at 8:05 PM UTC
jigsaw puzzles.
When the mess bred by ancient logicians is put to rest and we dicover: The chicken and the egg hatched in two different places at the same time; Love was an inverse relationship between lust and time; Infinity was a universe we couldn't see. Will conversation cease? Will silence replace speech? Will the larynx become a vestige? How will we debate the notes that compose silence?
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Aug 25, 2014
Aug 25, 2014 at 3:07 PM UTC
silent dystopia
she was so busy trying to solve the worlds greatest puzzles she almost forgot she was one of the greatests
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May 1, 2014
May 1, 2014 at 4:00 AM UTC
puzzle
There's something about the ever-moving sea, Whose shimmering waves brighten every face, Whose calming sounds bring joy to every ear that hears There's something about the forever changing beach, Whose soft sand holds treasures from the deep blue, Whose sparkling granules clump together to create vast castles There's something about the ongoing sky, Whose blue tints are home to the warm, shining sun, Whose colors magnify themselves onto the gorgeous sea So look upon this picture and smile, Because each figure is a piece of a puzzle, Forming a complex but brilliant masterpiece.
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Jan 4, 2016
Jan 4, 2016 at 9:51 PM UTC
Puzzle Pieces
I am me. I don't see myself at all Even more with every fall I am me. A mystery in plain sight A darkness to be shed with light I am me. Traveling from destination to destination Yet I can't find where I truly belong I am me, And I can't see What I'm meant to be. I am me.
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Jul 15, 2014
Jul 15, 2014 at 10:21 AM UTC
Identity
Do you realize how lucky you are? You two have your problems But you fit together Like what one is lacking is made up by the other Some force their love like mismatched puzzle pieces But you are lucky You fit
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Jul 7, 2014
Jul 7, 2014 at 12:46 PM UTC
Puzzle pieces
We are each born A box full of pieces But as the years pass We are faultily rearranged Jammed into wrong spaces Lost under the couch And as the years pass We look less of what we were And now more of who we are Luckily, unlike puzzles Our pieces can be replaced Our cut outs can be reshaped And even if we are misplaced Someone will put you back together
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Aug 28, 2014
Aug 28, 2014 at 3:01 PM UTC
Puzzle pieces
It's been a year since that day The day that you confessed The day we started this lovely mess but don't worry I didn't love you any less The way we talk to each other til 2 in the morning The way we squeezes each other's hand every time we're both freezing The way we let our guard and pride down every time we're fighting are some of the things that I will never get tired of doing You do what floats your boat Someone who thinks twice before doing what he's told You're like a difficult puzzle to solve but despite all that, I'll  still love you til the day we're both old.
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Jan 14, 2015
Jan 14, 2015 at 9:42 AM UTC
Untitled
You can look at a puzzle for hours and hours and try to fit the pieces together the way they should be, but then you're gonna see a space smack dab in the middle, and you won't be able to find the piece to complete the picture. You and I have all the pieces, we just chose the wrong time to figure out the puzzle.
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Dec 30, 2014
Dec 30, 2014 at 2:28 AM UTC
Puzzles
Writing this poem Is as difficult as Translating my thoughts into accurate words. Even though I'm not good, I admit that I try. I can't say the same about you. We talk about The same Things Every ******* Day. You don't trust me enough to just let me in. "Friend" If that is what you are. Or is that just a title I have, So that you don't feel so alone? You are a puzzle. Yes. You. This stupid little game is making me sick. Every **** day I find out I'm missing another piece Of the bigger picture. Of you. I can barely even put the pieces together. And I'm just wondering if I should leave you Unfinished.
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Jun 2, 2014
Jun 2, 2014 at 7:16 AM UTC
Puzzle
Nothing is ever as it seems when understanding is understood another puzzle arrives
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May 20, 2015
May 20, 2015 at 8:10 PM UTC
Puzzle
The world is One huge Jigsaw puzzle. Everyone is a puzzle piece. And just like how Every puzzle piece is unique, How the puzzle would be incomplete Should even just one piece go missing, Everyone on earth is unique, And the world would be incomplete Without any one person. Except me, of course. I'm merely An extra piece.
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Apr 6, 2014
Apr 6, 2014 at 10:41 AM UTC
Jigsaw
We do not stick together. Two pieces of a puzzle and I am the missing piece. But you are already entertwined, you do not realize I am the Missing Piece.
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Mar 3, 2015
Mar 3, 2015 at 5:44 PM UTC
Puzzle pieces
With pieces that attach to each other, And pieces that don’t, Puzzles are like my mind. Hard to put together, But once arranged correctly, Everything makes sense.
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Apr 25, 2015
Apr 25, 2015 at 4:41 PM UTC
Puzzle
Life is a puzzle Where everyone has to fit in, Belong to society And the walls they crowd us in We are all just searching For the place That connects Our empty spaces To their whole places. Piece after piece We start to believe That no one out there Is our soul mate destined to be We continue through life Puzzled. Till the day death flaunts our heart We are completely Troubled.
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Feb 6, 2015
Feb 6, 2015 at 11:43 PM UTC
A Puzzle
A puzzle piece doesn't fit into a place that isn't theirs So stop Trying to fit Into places you don't Belong Stop Trying to squeeze Into spaces you don't Fit in Stop Altering yourself; Cutting, Trimming, The pieces that make You Just to fit into skin That isn't Yours Because no matter how hard you try A puzzle piece never fits into a place that isn't theirs Believe me, I've tried
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Dec 9, 2014
Dec 9, 2014 at 7:34 AM UTC
fit in
Različite vizije u istom spektru riječi Gaslo ulično svjetlo i ljupka narnijska lampa Obasuti bijelim pahuljama i zagrljeni crnilom noći U pratnji borova ili uličnog pločnika S obzorom grada ili netaknute prirode Isti spektar riječi Sličan spektar boja Ali različite oči Različito zrcale Istih slova zvuk.
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Apr 27, 2015
Apr 27, 2015 at 1:52 PM UTC
Puzzle
My good morning was followed by a statement In which she said "I stank." It was the cigarette stank That made her utter the obvious complaint. She doesn't know my struggle. A mind of potential with the heart of a saint. Yet bound by demons And voices that say "I can't". I wish to tell her. How they help my mind go blank And away from the thoughts That are as loud as voices. How they help me think straight sometimes And give me the courage To make the right choices. It's just remnants of my fall From when my mind Hit rock bottom and I was unable To make the right choices. All of my demons, I've fought them And this is the smoke from the battle In which they are engulfed In its flame. The ending of the cant's and aint's. The smoke from this cigarette. So please excuse, my cigarette stank. Oh How her complaint Will echo through my mind And never become faint. I can't take this So when I get the chance I will light another cigarette To forget all about this And make me become correct. **** I hate that I have to smoke another cigarette. My good afternoon Was followed by a glare. A glare that married women Should never think to dare. She could see into my soul And knew that all isn't fair. Her beauty was one That I could never compare. So right back I would stare Until something broke my attention And again I begin to stare. Until I pictured her bare And being lost in lust Covered in each other's hair. Her eyes were flames of a flair Flickering off in the distance and Shining through the night air. I want to reach you And see what's up with that glare But life isn't fair. It has lead us to where we both Are a separate pair. Attempts to become close Will be followed by no's or I can't And how our meeting was too late. Which will be her complaint. The agony, I can not bare So I will let it fade away with The smoke from this cigarette. So please excuse, my cigarette stank. Oh How her complaint Will echo through my mind And never become faint. I can't take this So when I get the chance I will light another cigarette To forget all about this And make me become correct. **** I hate that I have to smoke another cigarette. Another cigarette Another cigarette **** I have to smoke another cigarette. My good evening Was followed an expression In which it looked like I stank. Her face was the face that God makes when we all sin. Disappointment cloaked in forgiveness And love. She smiles as she gives me a hug. I look at my daughter And even with her I can feel the love. When I'm alone I sigh. My mind is a puzzle And my true thoughts are shielded with a muzzle. So I let them fade away with The smoke from this cigarette. I just hope they excuse, my cigarette stank.
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Nov 19, 2014
Nov 19, 2014 at 12:11 PM UTC
"Cigarettes"
My good morning was followed by a statement In which she said "I stank." It was the cigarette stank That made her utter the obvious complaint. She doesn't know my struggle. A mind of potential with the heart of a saint. Yet bound by demons And voices that say "I can't". I wish to tell her. How they help my mind go blank And away from the thoughts That are as loud as voices. How they help me think straight sometimes And give me the courage To make the right choices. It's just remnants of my fall From when my mind Hit rock bottom and I was unable To make the right choices. All of my demons, I've fought them And this is the smoke from the battle In which they are engulfed In its flame. The ending of the cant's and aint's. The smoke from this cigarette. So please excuse, my cigarette stank. Oh How her complaint Will echo through my mind And never become faint. I can't take this So when I get the chance I will light another cigarette To forget all about this And make me become correct. **** I hate that I have to smoke another cigarette. My good afternoon Was followed by a glare. A glare that married women Should never think to dare. She could see into my soul And knew that all isn't fair. Her beauty was one That I could never compare. So right back I would stare Until something broke my attention And again I begin to stare. Until I pictured her bare And being lost in lust Covered in each other's hair. Her eyes were flames of a flair Flickering off in the distance and Shining through the night air. I want to reach you And see what's up with that glare But life isn't fair. It has lead us to where we both Are a separate pair. Attempts to become close Will be followed by no's or I can't And how our meeting was too late. Which will be her complaint. The agony, I can not bare So I will let it fade away with The smoke from this cigarette. So please excuse, my cigarette stank. Oh How her complaint Will echo through my mind And never become faint. I can't take this So when I get the chance I will light another cigarette To forget all about this And make me become correct. **** I hate that I have to smoke another cigarette. Another cigarette Another cigarette **** I have to smoke another cigarette. My good evening Was followed an expression In which it looked like I stank. Her face was the face that God makes when we all sin. Disappointment cloaked in forgiveness And love. She smiles as she gives me a hug. I look at my daughter And even with her I can feel the love. When I'm alone I sigh. My mind is a puzzle And my true thoughts are shielded with a muzzle. So I let them fade away with The smoke from this cigarette. I just hope they excuse, my cigarette stank.
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She's the epitome of mystery A mystery that takes a lifetime to solve You'd be busy with her elegant puzzles As she entertains with her clumsy clues And at times, solving her would be tiring Yet you know giving up would be a waste So when you finally do solve her You'd know that it was worth it
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Apr 28, 2016
Apr 28, 2016 at 3:14 PM UTC
A Mystery She Is
Life seems like a puzzle A puzzle that will never end Sometimes pieces fit together sometimes they do not In some puzzles piece are missing Just like people or certain activities lack in ours those activities can be lost forever or they can be found At the close of your life, you will look back on the puzzle The puzzle, now a picture a picture that now makes sense a picture of a life fulfilled
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Feb 14, 2015
Feb 14, 2015 at 1:55 AM UTC
The Puzzle of Life
I don't believe our lives are a puzzle No-- I believe that life is a puzzle The difference is That you do not have the whole puzzle Like some people think You are one piece In a larger puzzle You fit next to some people And not next to others But it's not quite that simple It's life we're talking about, After all You see, Sometimes people change shape So even if you used to fit next to them, You may not be able to anymore In fact, Sometimes they have moved to the other side of the puzzle And they are gone They no longer complete The picture you are creating And sometimes, You change so much That you don't fit the puzzle anymore That is how I feel But don't jump to conclusions, If you leave the puzzle too early, The person you would have fit next to No longer has anyone to complete their picture So as you can see, Your life is not a puzzle You are a mere puzzle piece Life itself is the puzzle
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Aug 24, 2015
Aug 24, 2015 at 3:23 PM UTC
Puzzle